There’s a wonderful short essay by Garrison Keillor over at Salon.Com Here are some excerpts, on the subject of anger as a miracle drug.
Pick up a newspaper and read about Congress and you will find yourself yelling at walls and terrifying the cat. Last week, Congress moved to suspend habeas corpus, one thing that distinguishes a civil society from a police state. Reaction was muted.
Then the Party of Family Values was revealed to have protected a sexual predator in its midst until finally a reporter asked some pointed questions and the honorable gentleman resigned and ran off to recovery camp: This level of hypocrisy takes a person's breath away. You thought that Abramoff, Norquist, Reed & DeLay had established new lows, but the elevator is still descending.
The power of righteous vexation is what keeps so many old Democrats hanging on in nursing homes long past the time they should have kicked off. Ancient crones from FDR's time are still walking the halls, kept alive by anger at what has been done to our country.
And I agree when he goes on:
As Frost might have written, "The woods are lovely, dark and thick. But I have many butts to kick and some to poke and just one stick."
We each have a stick. Voting starts tomorrow!